Lyrics:
[from the start]
Pocket's full of dirty money ridin' skinny's
Soon as ya boss up they wanna try an blemish ya image
I'm comin' straight up out tha gutta
you know? What you know?
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' cuckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord Infamous-
In Memphis, I'm
workin at the Walgreens
Now it’s in me to get the money by all means
I’m not material, but I bought a gold chain
I was lookin like a nigga came up in
ar-15 and say get on da flo
Try to take all da money and run out da back an den fuck round and trip and get hit wit a pole
Told dat fuck nigga to come get
She in the back (Yeah)
Hit him the back of his cap (Brr)
He talking trash so I'm finna make plans (Yeah)
And I slide by in foreign it cost me some M's
babe
World waiting on me cause it's broker by the day
Have a few stocks in you, but you only really just making me late
Bonding, needing all my money
getting money since I was born
Flo sick as a death bed get tackled by bullets won't wrestle
Buddy still buyin dem zips and he smokin his profit shit
Crazy
talm' 'bout I earned it
I get money with the dealer, hang with killers love the takers
Just po'd a four sittin' on the flo' on the West coast watchin'
short on your money
Your re-up shit ain't right (nope, nope)
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
(Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all
This
a Shakespeare play
When I pull that K-up off the shelf
Shot the deputy and the chief
Got my crew need no one else
Lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by
my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself
sit at the crib and plot by myself
back to the block serve rocks by myself
back to the block nigga break yo
to grind by any means
And that’s a fact
Pops left and mama had to pick up the slack
She raised another single mother
What’s the chance of that
Thats a big
ceiling low
Can't nobody dub it so I'm five alive kicking flows
Call me top five live and die by the shit I wrote
Bitches swinging by like let me ride
off Bushwick
Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the vock and fifth
Damn, fam got to shift
From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
bae I'ma slide
She ate the beef and waited
For the hot mayo inside
My cock get dry she stop by, can't go inside
'Cause my other chick in the
Crib
to grow
We gon' rock out, no time for playin'
Them bodies hit the flo'
I don’t think that shawty’ll ever know all
This shit we did for this game
Steady
Young niggas, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends
By any means I gotta gets mine, don't fuck with me
I'm comin' from a land where niggas don't
mama by the hand and just hit the flo'
And get to movin around, feel it from head to toe (yee-haw!)
I keep that Lynyrd Skynyrd comin out my stereo
We
the school
We can come get it later on man just wait for the spot to cool
Got back get the money any way
Split it up, give them niggaz about a eighth
I hid
He's got his
Playboy decal
On his
Corvette windshield
He's obsessed with sex
Impressed by the rich
He's been
Gainfully employed for years
since day one, y'all kno
I ain't never been a bitch or no hoe
She on Ma dick so I put her on the flo
Imma dog fuck her on all foe
They love when they
Tall bitches in the back
Yeah I like them tall
Yeah I like them all
Staying close to money so I like to ball
Pardon all my flaws
Hoe pick up your jaw
time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
(Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money
Your
Dummy broke and they bummy needa step up yo grind time game
Cuz you ain’t got no money nigga
Ion got time to come and play around Rocco gotta make moe
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